Luyện nghe bài hát Patterns

The sets softly
With the hush of falling
Casting shivering
On the houses through the
And the light a street lamp
a pattern on my wall
Like the pieces of a
Or a child's scrawl

Up a narrow of stairs
In a narrow room
As I lie my bed
In the early gloom
on my wall
My can dimly see
The pattern of my
And the that is me

From the of my birth
To the of my death
There are I must follow
Just as I must breathe breath
a rat in a maze
The path me lies
And the never alters
the rat dies

And the pattern remains
On the where darkness fell
And it's fitting it should
For in darkness I dwell
Like the color of my
Or the day that I old
My life is made of
That can be controlled